Psychotic love

{2} Flashback pt.1

The ride to the Asylum was a quiet and boring one. They had to transfer Anti into a FBI van so he could be a lot more secure and wouldn't be able to escape.As they we're loading him into the van, Anti felt a small prick in his arm, making his flaming irises dart in a EMT's direction. The EMT flinched in his spot, immediately being able to feel the burning hole Anti had bin glaring through him.

"Just a little something to knock you out, you monster." He smiled sightly, proud of his confidence towards such and evil and dangerous person, but instently regretting it as soon as he saw Anti's glistening green irisis once more.

"Your pitiful drug can't shut me down. Nothing will." He wisperd, leaning as close as he possibly could to the man.
"No drug imaiganable could tamper with my conscience. Stick my veins with everyone possible and I will only gain from it."

Once Anti had finished speaking, the man was a ghostly white. He backed up and walked away from him.
Anti felt his lips curl up into a pleased smirk as the doors to the FBI transfer van shut, leaving the walking monstrosity in the dark and alone with his thoughts. His thoughts wernt all so pleasing, but they were entertaining. The many voices often gave him some sort of show in his head. Although this time, his voices grew louder and louder, almost a bunch of screams.

Anti groaned and squirmed in his restraints, beginning to sweat."N-No...N-No just shut up...I didn't even want to get into this mess..." Antis voice was soft and childish, then quickly transitioned into a darker, more manly voice.

"Oh shut the hell up, you know you loved it just as much as I did."
He then laughed softley, beging to twitch and breath uncontrollably.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly feeling light as air when he did.
Antis eyes then shot open in an instant, gasping as he fell onto the ground. For some reason, his arms were no longer restrained and he didn't have his muzzle on either. He looked to his right into a mirror and saw his reflection, only it wasn't exactly him. It was him when he was only a preteen. Dark brown hair, taped up arms, and dark clothing. He was the definition of edgy

He stood to his feet and slowly approached the mirror, His hands coming up to stroke his face to see if it was real, The rough feeling of the medical tape scratched at his face and he immediately began inch at his skin. This couldn't be real. He was just about to be put in a home for maniacs, and now he's back home and younger? This all had to be some sort of affect from that dam drug the stupid medical trainee gave him.

Suddenly, there was a loud shriek from the other side of the house
and he jumped in alert.He ran towards the door and darted down the hallway. Anti began to search each and every room possible, but that's when he decided to check the living room. His eyes opened wide with shock. There he stood, across the room with a baseball bat in hand. His mother and father laid in front of him, bloodied and beaten on the floor in a pool of each other's blood. Did they make the shrieks? No. they couldn't have. Anti's parents were already dead before all of this.

Anti looked over to his younger self and noticed he was looking in his direction, but not at him exactly.
He was about to turn around, but another shriek was sounded. This time, it was ear deafeningly close.
Anti froze in his spot, knowing exactly who that cry of fear came from. He turned swiftly on his heal to see a small little girl standing below him.

"Ariel?..." He wisperd, reaching out to grab her.

She just ran strait through him, freaking anti out a bit. He jerked around back to the gory scene of his murdered family. His sister began to scream and cry hysterically, "Mummy! Daddy!" She screamed again and again. She looked up to her older brother-the one she could actually see anyway- and saw the bat in his hand. Ariel began to shake as she stared at the blood that covered it.

"Now Ariel..." Anti's younger-self spoke softley, dropping the bat and lowering himself closer to her, "Mum and Dad were bad people...They didn't know how to raise children!
Why be so upset? I saved us!"

Ariel began to silently cry, but it slowly turned into a terrified cry.
Young Anto rolled his eyes and grabbed her shoulders, slapping her hard across the face. She stopped crying imeditley, looking at her brother in shock. Her eyes were clearly filled with pure terror.

"Listen to me." Anti's younger version's voice had gotten darker and more solemn​, "Stop your bitching. There dead now. What good does crying do? They gonna come back to life so dad can scream and wail at us while mom just shoots up?" He was now gripping Ariel's arm tight enough, that the lower part of her arm was turning a light shade of purple.

"Sean...Stop...your hurting me..."
Ariel's eyes began to softly tear up, looking away from her brother. Anti started, wanting to move forward.
He knew damn well he couldn't tho.
They couldn't see or hear him.

"Hurting you? That's hurting you?"
Young Anti chuckled manically, pulling a switch knife from his back pocket.

Ariel heard the blade flick open and jerked her head around, only having the blade pressed to her throat. She froze in her brother's grip, staring into his cold eyes that had since turned a hazy green from there once beautiful blue. "This is hurting you."
He wisperd before pressing his lips
To her forehead and scraping the blade through her skin as quick as possible.

She managed a small shout of his name before hacking up blood onto his face. Young Anti then threw her body onto the ground with their parents. "Fucking idiots. All you did was tourture us. And now your presious baby girl is dead because of your stupid actions." He then spit on their bodies, pulling out a box of matches from his pocket and lighting a few throwing them on their bodies.

"Burn in hell. I'll see ya there." He then walked to the back door, the smell of dead bodies filling the air. Anti ran after his younger version waching him grab a bag in his way out. The younger version then turned around and stared him dead in the eyes.

"Wake up, Sean."